I stayed in the cell for a few days without much contact from people except a soldier who would bring me a tray of food three times a day, but I barely ate any of it. I shivered due to the chilliness of the cell and the thin blanket I was given, which didn't provide that much warmth. I had already finished the book I had in my bag and I didn't feel like rereading it again. I laid on the cold metal bed curled up under the thin blanket, trying to stay warm, but with no luck. I knew that it was just a matter of time before winter officially set in.
"You need to eat more than what you have been, miss" I heard someone say and I peek out from under the blanket and look towards the cell door
"I'm not hungry right now" I say
"Miss, it's not healthy for you not to be eating" he says
"I am not hungry." I said again and promptly bury my head back under the blanket, ignoring him
I waited until he was gone and I fell asleep.
'ugh, why am I so warm?' I thought to myself as I slowly wake up and I squint at the bright light.
"She will stay here, Lennox. Her body temperature is too low and she's underweight. Not to mention that if she goes back in that cell, she'll get sicker" I heard someone say
"Ratchet, we don't know if she's a spy for the Decepticons or not. We can't allow her to be loose" I heard someone else say, Lennox I think his name was.
"Lennox, she will not be moved from my medbay. that is final" the other voice replied back
"But, Ratchet...." the dude starts saying just be cut off by someone else again
"Will, just let it be. once she is up to par, we can interrogate her" I heard
"fine. Let me know when she is better, Ratchet" Lennox I think, said as I groan as I started to sit up
"lay back down" I heard and I looked over to where I heard it and saw Ratchet
'scrap, I'm in Ratchet's medbay' I thought to myself as I continued to sit up
"why am I in here?" I ask in general
"you're in here because you have a slight case of the flu" Ratchet said
"not the first tie I've gotten sick, though I hate getting sick alot" I mutter
"care to clarify that?" Ratchet asked
"oh, I get sick at least 2-4 times a year" I say
"why?" he asks
"simple. my immune system is lower than it should be because of having asthma" I say
"you seem to know quite a lot about your condition" Ratchet tells me
"ya fraggin' think? I had to do a lot of slaggin; research on asthma so that I would understand what it all entails." I say, glaring at me and he looks at me shocked
I know cliffhanger. but i'm drawing a blank right now. so hopefully I'll be able to write a longer chapter next time.
